DVT 305
Thursday, a people day for me with meetings and forums, so a good breakfast is required. I load the grill with bacon adn then set about multitasking. The result is a kitchen full of smoke as my bacon turns to charcoal. Clearly I have over reached myself too early in the morning. Note to self; one thing at a time. I settle for muesli as a safe non preparation meal. So within minutes I am once again under the head phones and talking to colleagues. Of course we catch up on the COVID lockdown and then move on to how it is affecting our work and what our response should be. Its a long meeting but really useful to hear how others are dealing with things and what their ideas are for the future. We will meet again on Monday with the rest of the team. I have time for a quick lunch and then I am up and hosting a Open Forum for service managers for an hour. It is difficult listening, and I am struck very hard by how hard a struggle this group of people are facing and dealing with. I discuss with colleagues the session and then log off. Remember this?
The over looked central star of our nativity babushka is returned to its family of eggs in the loft. Hopefully I shall be unpacking it next Christmas. Feeling pleased with myself go to the spare room to change into my training kit. I glance out of the window and note the whiteness of the scene and wonder just how cold the garage are going to be.
So I get changed and get myself into the garage and strapped into the rower. I look at the read out and note the temperature.
I get my session underway and continue to take it relatively easy to keep the strain off my back. I gradually up the pace and as a consequence I begin to feel warm inside my track suit. I grind away noting the minutes tick by.
Kilometres 
Calories
One would expect that after a half our with the fan heater on full blast and my body pumping out heat that the garage would show at least some rise in temperature.
It turns out that the heater and my body just cannot affect the temperature of the garage. I get out of the garage as soon as possible and out of my kit. I settle on the sofa with a drink and the laptop to start the blog but find that I am watching Boris do his daily briefing. This time its all about the vaccine and the logistics. Can’t wait to hear what the soldier boy has to say for himself as the army is doing the logistics based on a warfare scenario.
Today is the anniversary of the end of my chemotherapy. It was supposed to give me an additional 18 months on top of whatever time I had anyway. The time anyway aspect of it was unknowable, incalculable, unestimatable and not even divinable with the aid of medical goat intestines. Some front loading my life span with the chemo therapy 18 months means that after July (roughly my birthday) I am on my own time. So its an interesting time. This month I have bone and CAT scans to have to monitor how the tumors in my back are doing and the cancer in my spine is progressing, or not. This will give me some data at least to gauge how I really am. So onward to new and interesting times.
